Morning -

To My Parents

My father died 37 years ago today.

My mother was 42.  I thought she was old at the time.

I knew she was beautiful in her
competence and grief.

Each year I honor this day. 

This year is different though,
because, now, she has joined him.

I see and feel them, flying and
flitting,  in the most joyous of play.

I can enjoy this day now, no
grieving,

only peace, and ease,  in knowing
what awaits,

when I leave the boundaries of time,

and open the rim of space. 

The ocean falls through the sand,

and flows back out.